As
I begin to hang my head
In
front of failure’s face,
My
downward fall is broken by
The
vision of a place.
And
hope refills my weakened will
As
I recall that scene;
For
just the thought of that reward
Renews
my being.
He
isn’t standing there, mocking
He’s
a helping hand, an undeserving grace,
Running
too, cheering me on
People
in heaven I wish to embrace.
“Quit!
Give up! You’re beaten!”
The
liar shouts at me and pleads.
“There’s
just too much against you now;
At
this point, you can’t succeed!”
“Quit!
Give up, you’re beaten!”
The
Tempter will still shout in my face.
But
another voice within me says:
“GET
UP AND WIN THE RACE!”
Tewesta Hussein is a Year 7 student from Hilliard Christian School, Tasmania. The poem was submitted by his teacher, Katy Matteo.